An ode to the Boris bike (Poem)

The dazzling lights of boris' bikesThat twinkle and sparkle under canopies Of silver and golden light Encased in glass atop of spires Remind me that autumn is here.

As cranes flight by With wings held aloft Down serpentines lowly spine The graceful birds break the stillness As I feel it in my thighs.

We see tonight that summer is gone The gravel speaking of hibernation And the toppling conquerers Drip from the boughs In the expanse of Jekyll's nemesis.